Chapter 30: Drugging the Food at the Hot Pot Restaurant

A dark cloud suddenly appeared above the head of a chubby man who had just entered the shop, and right in the center of that cloud, a small bottle materialized.

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Yan Ningxi was instantly alert. The man was accompanied by a companion, who was slightly thinner than he was. After entering, the two sat at the table directly behind Bo Xingjue. Yan Ningxi felt fortunate that she was sitting there.

During his heart tribulation, he learned that he possessed the Origin Saint Physique only because his father had infused the reincarnated soul of the Heavens’ Colorful Spirit Clan into his body, allowing the spirit to gain a chance at rebirth.

"Once Black Spirit breaks through to the Soul Sovereign Realm, I will be able to cultivate an army of a million Soul Sovereigns," Ye Tianxun said, his eyes bright, his anticipation evident.

"Actually, getting out of the ruins is the easiest thing for her," the Thunder Ox King remarked.

"It’s like that, I..." Before Zheng Chenheng could finish his sentence, the old man stepped forward and slapped him—not just once, but several times in succession before finally stopping.

Ouyang Su was in no rush to enter the arena. He first whispered something to Long Shu beside him, then rose from his seat. The moment he stood up, deafening cheers erupted from the sidelines, completely overshadowing everyone else.

He had not expected Zhao Guangning to wield such immense influence, capable of procuring Frankish cannons within seven days.

"What the hell?" Bao Qiang was shocked. His opponent was right in front of him, yet he couldn't make contact. Had he really regressed that much during this time?

It was a vast classroom, centered around a podium, with tiers arranged in a fan shape, creating a distinct, stage-like atmosphere.

Li Rizhi turned his head and saw that the person shouting was an old woman. He guessed this must be Mother Wang; she was standing right next to the flag for Mother Wang’s Tea Soup, making it hard to mistake her for anyone else.

Regarding the balance of power at the Saint Realm level, it could be said that any Saint Realm-level Kartu clansman could crush a powerhouse from the Outer Domain Saint Realm, and the Saint Emperor of the Kartu clan possessed the combat strength of a Saint King.

Her claws wrapped around his neck, pulling him close, her body tensing with every moment. Whenever she let out a soft moan or showed the slightest hint of reluctance, the enchantress would whisper to soothe her.

"Improving by two levels in three months? That’s a miracle. Veronica, is this the trump card of the Ghost Wolf you mentioned? A secret technique to boost strength in a short time?" Dule turned his head to look at Veronica.

"I have long known what kind of person you are. You love wealth, and I do not mind," Murong Feiming said sternly.

Han Chengchi felt a profound sense of loss in his heart. He nodded toward Gu Lanshan and then silently turned away.

But when his gaze fell upon Xia Yanbing’s face, he suddenly froze. It was at that very moment that he finally understood why he had felt something was wrong just before.

Before meeting Luo Qingyue, he had felt no attachment to anything in the world, believing that there was nothing in this life he desired or would fight to obtain.

"You—" Dongfang Lingfeng wanted to say more, but before he could, a cold, indifferent figure stepped out from behind him.

"Pack up, I’m taking you out today." Lu Fengfan postponed all his work for the day, intending to spend the time properly keeping her company, clearing her head, and helping her relax.

The people of the Tong Clan were very well-behaved in the imperial court. She had been in the Southern Border for a long time and had never once heard of the Tong Clan causing any trouble.

With spiritual power, the body did not feel very tired; the exhaustion was primarily mental. Indeed, one’s routine should not be easily disrupted; once it was, it felt as though one might ascend to the heavens at any moment.

A man with a face full of pockmarks passed by, casting a disdainful glance at Luoye with a sneer before walking away.

"Don't worry about it. By the way, is there any wine or meat? I've been suffocating for years," A Xiao said, rushing forward and sitting down without the slightest hesitation.